(D0 Night, Closed) Old Habits

[Jelna Vawn]

Aboard her ship, Jelna sat in the lounge area typing away at her datapad. She herself was plugged into it uploading chosen frames of the persons and places of interest she had met today. Pictures of their face and body along with voice clips, total invasions of privacy. But instead of submitting it to the Imperial Security Bureau, this was simply for the rest of her crew.

Never knew who would have a bounty, after all.

The first on the list was the clinic. She included footage of her walking through and scoping out the environment. A footnote at the bottom said, "To-do: Sketch out a map of the facility." She also noted that security had recently been updated. Afterwards, she started listing out the personnel. Dr. Suhr, no first name at the moment, was likely from the Core Worlds, based on accent. Professional demeanor, hard to gleam more from first interaction. Then there was the Iktochi. She noted he was socially awkward, but friendly, and a technician. Finally, there was a security guard. Seemed to take her job seriously rather than the sort who were only there to show off muscles. Of note was an accent that Jelna could not quite place yet.

Next was the Twelve Parsecs. Brewed their own beer. There were several patrons on the recording, many of whom seemed to have been watching her as well when she had been there. Cal Arcton was the owner, and his mystery acquisition of the deed was put up on display. Former lawman somewhere else in the sector. He had mentioned two escorts for walking home, one male, one female. There was also Kaylee, the Miralian bartender, with no other information of note.

Jelna sipped her water and leaned back. You are not submitting an official report, she reminded herself, Additions can be made at my leisure. She unplugged the datapad from herself and started filing through her recorded memories.